Has The World Gone Insane?
Stephin Merritt
Wind and rain, wind and rain
Perfectly in season
Everything in its place
Down to the pot one pees in
And yet here am I, the great soldier
A cat among mice
Me, guarding this babe
Like a storm guarding one grain of rice
The enemy baby, with enemy milk on his chin
I guard not to keep people out
But to keep baby in!
Wind and rain...
Has the world gone insane?
